There. I said it. I’m consumed with guilt, but it’s done and there ain’t no going back now.
My mini-vaca was awesome. It was great to see my brother and his family once again – we see each other so rarely that it’s almost like meeting and getting to know someone new each time we’re together again. We did some camping and I realized that I really hate bugs. We went to the ocean and I realized I like lakes. All 5 of us slept together in a camper for 4 nights, and I realized I don’t want to know anyone THAT well. Attended a folk festival and realized I really love strange music! So yeah. Good times!
Now that i’m back in the daily routine, it’s time to get involved with the chores again. I tried mowing the lawn, but I ran out of gas halfway through so… I decided to wash the dishes instead. I washed two loads of dishes before I got bored with that, so loaded the laundry into the washer. Forgot it there for two days and had to re-wash it. It’s been a wierd few days, to say the least. So now, half the grass is cut, dirty dishes are still piled in the sink, and the laundry needs to be thrown into the dryer. I do this to myself for the fun of it, no?
The vacation made me want to not live where I live. It made me want to be closer to my brother and his family, and my uncle and his family. There are so many opportunities as compared to where I am living. And I find it funny that I say “where I am living”, when I truly don’t believe that I am. Yes, I have things to do, places to go, and people to see. It just sort of feels… empty. I have some sorting out of priorities to do. Perhaps a change is in order. Perhaps not. I’m also incapable of making large decisions on my own.
To take my mind off of that, i’ve decided to partake in an upcoming folk festival in the nearest city. It just so happens that after my shocking ‘love of folk music’ revelation, I surveyed the lists of folk festivals near me for about two hours online. I found one in a city not far from here, in only a week and a half’s time. Great! Happy! Joy! I hope it meets my expectations.
If not, blunder the folk music world, my friends. Blunder it.
So much has happened in the last month, and i’m a horrible blogger aren’t I?
I’ve been trying to book holidays for the last few months to see my brother and his family. I finally managed to take next week off work, and I fly out on Saturday morning. I don’t know what we’ll do for ten days, but as long as i’m outta dodge, i’m a happy camper.
I have been doing nothing in regards to jogging. It’s plain as day that it’s just not meant for me right now. It is enough for me to keep my house and yard maintained, and play ball 2-3 times a week. It’s not just ENOUGH for me, it’s all I want to do right now. I don’t need to pack as much as I can into a day; I want to take some time to relax and enjoy summer as well. Since I don’t have the funds to take extravagant holidays and go to exotic places, sitting out on the deck after work for coffee or a cold one with a friend and enjoying the view of my scrumptiously landscaped yard is quite enough for me.
I have played ball every night this week, and this 33 year-old is feeling it today. A trip to a spa whilst visiting family might be in order.
So since I have not exactly been true to this jogging blog, i’m unsure as to whether I will continue writing in it. Can I change the title of the blog and just continue on so that I don’t lose the few entries I have written? Does anyone know? I am a Computer Web Blog Illiterate.
Oh, for the love of God.
I just felt like saying that. I feel better now.
I have been gone from this site for awhile (since May 19, 2010 in fact) but I continue to come back every so often to read other’s blogs and try to find some motivation to get out and jog. It has been miserable out this way for some time now; lots of rain.
On Sunday, it finally stopped raining. The sun came out, and smiled down at me while I labored at a garage sale. I burned. I sweated. I conquered. I was so exhausted by the end of the afternoon that I went to bed early. 5pm-ish.
Yesterday, I played slo-pitch and ran and ran and ran until I wanted to puke. After about three minutes of that, I realized that I say a lot of things I don’t mean. For example, “I want to jog”, or “nah, I didn’t eat that whole chocolate cake”. I don’t view it as lying, but perhaps you might.
So anyways, today when I woke up it was again sunny outside. I jumped in my car and while driving to work revelled in the warmth of the vehicle as I swerved through puddles and around holes. As I stepped into the office, I heard whispers around me ‘I heard it’s supposed to rain tomorrow’…’yep, and then for the rest of the week’…’yep’…’is that coffee ready yet?’…’I slopped a cinammin bun on my shirt’.
I am almost determined to jog tonight. Almost. I’ll let you know how that goes.
P.S. – I lost a pound by the end of May. As long as I keep losing, I know I’m going in the right direction. Almost.
It seems that yard work has taken over my life. I like it, don’t get me wrong. It’s wonderful to have a nice, landscaped backyard filled with thousands of flowers and rose bushes and climbing vines and… you know? It’s just… i’ve never been a gardener, my thumbs are flesh colored, not green. I even have a garden I have to fill with seeds and things. I like to sit out there and pluck weeds on a sunny day, but yesterday I think I tore out more flowers than weeds. It’s just not my thing. And it’s taking away from this other thing… this… what’s it called? Oh right, jogging. It’s been awhile.
Tonight we have another slo-pitch game. It’s so warm out today – 26 degrees (that’s celsius) even the wind is warm. For once in the last 8 months, i’m actually warm. Neat. Which means i’ll be sweating and baking and drinking beer later. You like how I kind of snuck that last part in?
Well, sweating is better than not jogging. Just saying.
On the eating front, i’m finally working my weight back down with healthy foods. I’m feeling much better, too. I had so much energy yesterday I could have launched myself off a wall and into space. Or, you know, gone jogging. Even though I did neither of those things, i’m getting there. Right now I have to spend my energy cramming for a course and keeping the house clean. The latter is a real pain in the ass.
Sleep would be nice. I’m having trouble with that these days, laying in bed for hours before falling asleep, waking up in the middle of the night. I think i’ve got too much on my mind. It’s small. It can’t hold much.
….popped into my head, and for some reason I can’t get it to go away. It has nothing to do with jogging or exercising, but I find it ironic that my subconscious may believe that there ain’t no mountain high enough. Cause I happen to think the Jogging Mountain is definitely too high for me. Just my opinion.
I’m thinking about trying to get my jogging out of the way in the mornings before work. I’m such a night owl that it would really be an extraordinary feat if I were to wake up as early as all that just to jog. Just to Jog. ha.
I’d have to wake up around 6am, be back at home by 7am to be at work by 8am. Blah. Even as I type it, my stomach has begun to curdle and be a general pain in the ass, while my brain is rapidly repeating the word ‘no’ over and over. Mental obstacles are so much fun, right? Really.
But seriously, I might try it. But first, I will jog on Sunday. On my honour. Holy crap, those are strong words… my laziness better not override my honour. I need to see where i’m at. I have a pretty good idea that ‘where i’m at’ will be ‘start at the beginning’, but whatever.
Due to obliterating my jogging routine in the month of April, i’ve managed to gain three additional pounds, putting me right back to where I was at the end of January. Frickin’ hell. That’s it. Boo.
What follows is a comprehensive list of all the excuses I could come up with in order to not have to jog for the past week. Two weeks. How long has it been?
If you’re not into hearing excuses from people, feel free to skip right on over to the next person’s entry.
– I have a chest cold. Still. It can politely excuse itself from my existence any time now. At least i’m not sneezing as much and no one is in danger of being hit with any phlegm balls, but really? It’s giving me a complex. Seriously.
– I went on a road trip with the girls. There was a lot of shopping, eating, walking and drinking. No jogging. It’s a ROAD TRIP, people! The perfect excuse to not do ANYthing healthy whatsoever. At least in my mind it is. I took full advantage.
– Yard work. Picking up pieces of garbage that had blown into my yard counts as a great excuse for not jogging. Yes it does.
– I purchased a new(er) car. It takes a lot out of a person. It took the whole weekend out of me.
– Income Tax Season. Nasty time of year.
– It was Professional Administrative Assistant Day on April 21. Ok, maybe i’m pushing it a bit with that one.
– Um. I ran out of toilet paper?
As you can see, there was no possible way to fit in even a little, miniscule, 2 minute jog. No way.
The moral of the story? Great achievement comes with great effort. That’s supposed to be sarcastic.
Is totally not being summed up the way I was hoping at the beginning of the month.
I believe April will be a write-off. Can I write off a whole month? I’m going to, it has to be. There’s no saving it now.
I got a case of the Stomach Flu, and it kicked my butt. I have a wicked head cold and respiratory cough that threatens to knock me clean off my feet everytime I sneeze or cough. I work for two hours and need to nap for three. Every few minutes at work I hear “Bless You” or “Whoa”, because if I didn’t hold a kleenex in front of my face at all times, everyone and their kid would be smushed up against the wall in a thick layer of phlegm. That’s gross.
Dristan and Neo-Citran and Advil and blah-de-blah blah blah are all helping to keep me unfocused and I don’t know if you can tell in this post, but i’m grumpy too.
Amusingly enough, the topper occurred when I was making myself pancakes yesterday for lunch and set off the fire alarm at home. I couldn’t hear anything for four hours after that besides a loud buzzing in my ears. And the pancakes sucked, even floating in syrup they sucked.
I don’t plan to jog until I feel a bit better. Maybe by then April will be over with and i’ll be able to start the new month with a better attitude. Gotta have bad times every so often… they make the good times much much better!